Sunday, February 28, 2010

The (Week)End

Like every movie, book or song, every week deserves a good ending. I realized that today. No, not realized-- I decided that today.

I haven't had a Sunday off since July of last year, until today. To celebrate that, I decided to do something I hadn't done in a long time: to walk around and window shop without being pressured by time constraints. I ended up fulfilling my duties as Chiquitta's personal shopper. And it felt great! I got for her a black corset, a choker, two lip liners (Miro and Jeth, no need to get her those. I already did.), four brushes ("one brush for white eyeshadow, one for black, one for color," according to my makeup teacher, Ricci Chan. Plus a smudging brush, for the pasmado in me.) and a few MAC things. (Vivian of MAC, Lane Crawford, I hope you come across this entry someday. You are a star! Thanks for being my guardian angel!) I also got to shortlist the three gown designs for La Chiq to choose from, for the "Finals Night". (Prodyu, ready ka na ba? Wendell, flash?)

After three hours of walking, examining, trying on, and swiping, I called T and asked whether I should go back home, or meet up with him for dinner. He suggested the latter. I am glad he did. For there couldn't have been a better way to close the week than by sharing with T, the simple, yet sumptuous pleasures that the Three-Sixty organic food court bring.

Here's to the many endings in the future!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

It's been great knowing you. You have been loyal.
You witnessed everything that has happened in this home for more than four years--
every person, every occasion, every heartache, every joke, every dish
and every liquid that evaporated through your power.
Mamu. Ben. Dan. Me. Gil. Razel.

The time has come for you to go.

Goodbye, microwave!

Monday, February 08, 2010

Even Now

After all these years, he still brings a certain kind of tears to my eyes. Seth. Seth Table. The angel who gave up his black coat, jumped, fell, and embraced all the pain and hunger that came with the promise of romantic love.

"I'd rather have one breath of her hair,
one kiss of her mouth,
one touch of her hand,
than an eternity without it."